- Messages
- 305
- OOC First Name
- Chamomile Tee
- Sexual Orientation
- her violin
- Wand
- Curly 13 Inch Flexible Hornbeam Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 2/2030
Just to get one thing clear, Zara wasn't much of a reader. But she found herself in libraries often, roaming up and down the aisles in search of very particular books. Zara held on to her brother's letter, glancing down to it every so often as she tried to search for what she wanted. Beginning of the year and her brother had already sent her a list of books that he just needed her to read. And though she much rather be outside playing quidditch or exploring the school some more, or even practicing her latest violin piece, she could most definitely put down whatever she was doing for her brother. So here she was, squinting down at her paper and trying her best to track down each listed book.
As much as she hated to admit, this was boring. Not the library itself, which was a magnificent wonder of thousands of books whizzing around, students milling about and studying in hushed whispers. It just screeched magical, as did every other part of this magnificent castle. No, the library wasn't boring, but the searching was. Some way or another she had managed to navigate herself so far throughout the library, but it was just such a nice day, and Zara just had so much left to do. But it was her brother, she reminded herself. The Gryffindor trekked on, finger brushing against the spines of the books as she made her way down an aisle. Not noticing a book that had fallen on the floor however, Zara's eyes widened as she felt her foot catch on the object, bringing her and the entirety of the book collection she was carrying in her arms down to the ground. Zara braced herself for the impact, not so afraid of falling but of the noise. She winced as she hit her elbow against a shelf, and then again as she heard her books scatter loudly the ground. "Ouchie," Zara muttered, rubbing her elbow. Looking around, she couldn't help but pout. Darn it!
As much as she hated to admit, this was boring. Not the library itself, which was a magnificent wonder of thousands of books whizzing around, students milling about and studying in hushed whispers. It just screeched magical, as did every other part of this magnificent castle. No, the library wasn't boring, but the searching was. Some way or another she had managed to navigate herself so far throughout the library, but it was just such a nice day, and Zara just had so much left to do. But it was her brother, she reminded herself. The Gryffindor trekked on, finger brushing against the spines of the books as she made her way down an aisle. Not noticing a book that had fallen on the floor however, Zara's eyes widened as she felt her foot catch on the object, bringing her and the entirety of the book collection she was carrying in her arms down to the ground. Zara braced herself for the impact, not so afraid of falling but of the noise. She winced as she hit her elbow against a shelf, and then again as she heard her books scatter loudly the ground. "Ouchie," Zara muttered, rubbing her elbow. Looking around, she couldn't help but pout. Darn it!